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The Unconventional does the unexpected, bucks the status quo, turns up the volume. I help the Unconventionals make the most of their fabulous selves so that they can rock out their badass plans.
Some Unconventional Musings
Ok that sounds kind of braggy, but let me make sure it’s clear…I’m talking about MY success, peeps! This is what works for me! Your success will look completely different than mine. However, I do have some tips that may help you along the way to yours. I will start a new job this week. I left a job that most people on this earth would think was the be-all-end-all and in some ways, it certainly was. I could work from home and make my own schedule, which as many of you know allowed me to even take my work to the U.S. Virgin Islands for three weeks. Oh, am I bragging again? I guess that is a bit of a boast, but it really drives the point home that even with the possibility of sunny beaches, working from home isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. It certainly wasn’t mine, even though I could drink a cup of beloved coffee any time I damn well pleased, work in my pjs and take a long shopping-lunch. You see, I am a people person. (and now you’re saying, duh.) I love being around people, I get energy from being around people, and nothing makes me happier than connecting with someone—even if it’s just for a shining moment. That’s what life is to me. And working on my butt all day in my house all alone, while convenient, didn’t make me happy. I literally took a nap almost every day because I was so drained, also because the work itself didn’t challenge me or use many of my strengths and talents. This new...Learn More
Like so many others, I have been completely captivated by the Netflix series ‘Stranger Things’. As a child of the 70’s and 80’s, what’s not to love?? Everything from the clothing to the hair styles to the fabulously ominous synthesized 80’s horror movie music is right up my alley—and the fact that they meticulously pay homage to just about every cult classic movie from that time period in some way, shape or form. Here is where I warn you; if you haven’t seen it and plan on watching, be prepared for some spoilers. As I watched, It really struck me how the ‘Upside Down’ isn’t just a place that these characters deal with in the show…in our own messy lives, we too often face going into the Upside Down. It’s a damn scary place to be—and we don’t even get the benefit of an 80’s keyboard soundtrack while we’re in there. Seriously, have you ever felt like your whole world has been turned upside down? It’s a perfect way to describe it, as that place has you feeling disoriented. It looks a lot like your own world, but it’s a foreign place, a place you don’t really know how to navigate because that’s not how your world normally is. Often when you’re there, the people around you don’t even know it. Even if there isn’t a monster in there, it’s traveling into unknown territory. And the unknown is unpredictable, which can be quite scary. More than likely though, your Upside Down does indeed have a monster. Maybe more than one. Maybe it’s an abusive person, from the present or the...Learn More
So I’m sitting on a lovely beach in St. Thomas, Virgin Islands; all by myself, getting my ocean zen on, and minding my own business. I notice this guy walking down the beach. Huh, I think. He looks kind of like Sawyer from LOST. Nice. He passes by in front of me, and says ‘hi’. I say hi back. As he passes I sigh, looking at my flabby middle aged tummy in my bikini and wishing it didn’t look so much like a flabby middle aged tummy. Ah well, it is what it is, back to the surf, sand and sun. Not long after, Sawyer comes back up the beach and this time he stops and starts chatting with me. Am I from here, where am I from, what have I seen since I’ve been here…we have a conversation like people do when they are chit-chatting about life. I tell him my daughter is coming down to join me next week, and that I was disappointed that my husband couldn’t get enough vacation time to come along with me. Not long after this, he asks me if I might like to have dinner with him sometime. Like the ‘real’ Sawyer, what a cad! I turn him down gently and off he goes back down the beach…my day MADE! I am happily married and have no desire to have a sordid tryst of any kind, but damn if that wasn’t good for the old ego. The last time a guy hit on me was probably about 10 years ago and he was—no joke here—around 80 years old. I find it so...Learn More